Luyện nghe bài hát Rose in Paradise

She was a for the takin'
Her cut just like a knife
He was a from Macon
He he'd love her all a his life

He her a mansion on the mountain
a formal garden and a lot a land
But paradise became her
That Georgia was a jealous man

Every he'd talk about her
You could see the in his eyes
say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my in paradise"

He hired a man to tend the
And an eye on her while he was gone
say they ran away together
Some say that gardener alone

Now the is an old man
That crumbling down
He sits all day and he stares at the
Not a of her was ever found

Every time he'd talks her
You could see the fire in his
He'd say, "I would through hell on Sunday
To my rose in paradise"

Now there's a rose out in the
It's beauty cuts just a knife
They say it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the dead of the